tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73372345094116650342017-02-09T10:22:15.920+05:30Shrayas' Diaryshrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-65644951039461294372014-10-17T23:40:00.002+05:302014-10-17T23:40:50.033+05:30On EducationEducation has always eluded me. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy learning, unlearning and relearning. I just think that the "education" I've had, didn't teach me this.<br /><br />I've never really been a top achiever. I've never really been the one whose parents could show him off saying he's achieved top grades in class. I've never really been the one getting into "enrichment" classes. I've never been the one who revises before exams; heck I've never finished studying my portions before the exams. I guess I was really never meant to be all that.<br /><br />I've always always been bored of exams. There are some cases in my life where I've been *so* bored of them that I've chosen to not even write answers to questions because if I did write them, they would be really long.<br /><br />I just finished my MS a while ago and these qualities still stick with me. So I thought let me take some time and understand myself. Even through the MS program, I've gotten "D" grades because of, surprise surprise - boredom. I knew the answers, I was just bored to write them.<br /><br />Some part of me, realized early enough that these "exams" were at the end of every semester and that getting good grades in them classified me under the _Good_ student category and that really didn't parse. Even as a kid, in retrospect, that was probably the reason for my crappy performances in them.<br /><br />I never enjoyed being tested. I've however always enjoyed testing myself. I think that if someone is looking for a quality in the true essence of it and if you possess it, they will find it in you.<br /><br />Even as a kid, I've always loved learning things. I've loved to take things apart and put them back together. I've always loved to take seemingly unrelated things, put them together and build a story out of them (Read: LEGO).<br /><br />And I think that every kid, has these qualities. Every kid is inquisitive, it just _needs_ to know what makes that machine work, it _wants_ to take something shiny apart and find the source of the shine, it _yearns_ to experience something new. Every kid is curious. Every kid is daring. Every kid takes risks. Every kid, basically is a kid.<br /><br />Education takes this away. In the name of teaching skills to take on the "world" around them, educations takes from us the very things that made childhood so fun. In the name of imparting knowledge, education takes from us the ability to _create_ our own knowledge.<br /><br />One of the greatest things of mankind is our ability to perceive things differently, to perceive things as _we_ see fit, to perceive things from our point of view, to perceive things based on our experiences.<br /><br />Knowledge has become a single source of truth. It is _preached_ that if all of us don't have parts of said Knowledge, we are not wise and that we don't possess what is required to qualify as residents of the world.<br /><br />I might even go so far as to say that the only skill that we all need to share and that needs to live as a single source of truth -- is communication. Everything else is ones own. In a world as big as ours, like minded people will find each other and start working on something that they see fit, that appeals to their perspectives and their thoughts.<br /><br />Personally, I feel that knowledge should be distributed. Everyone should be entitled to his/her own knowledge instead of having a single Knowledge pool which is supposed to be assimilated. Everyone doesn't look at a given object in the same way; we seem to be forgetting that simple fact of life and everyone is forced to think in a single way when fundamentally we are all different people.<br /><br />If nothing, this seems to be like a propaganda. Like there is some sort of conspiracy behind the whole idea of "education".<br /><br />Schools and Colleges have become but a business. _Extracting_ money from the parents of the kids in order to impart this said Knowledge. In order to make them "ready" for the world around them.<br /><br />However there seems to be some places that get this. That understand that teaching is less about _telling_ them that 1+1=2 and more about making them _synthesize_ this information and ask questions about it.<br /><br />Asking questions, should primarily be the goal of teaching. This quality seems to be the *first* thing that is _stolen_ from the kids. Most teachers encourage kids to ask questions but don't practice it themselves. Teaching, much like management of schools and colleges has also become a business. Teachers teach because it is a 9-3 job and pays decently. There are very few teachers who teach because they love to do it. They fail to understand what a great power they hold, a power to guide an entire generation, a power to *create* change.<br /><br />I believe the psychology of kids and the way they think is very simple. They follow. That is all there is to it. They tend to look up to people and follow what they do. The simplest example of this is the way they learn to speak their mother tongue - simply by listening and following the lip movements of their parents. Guidance is essential, but the initiator is simple - The need to follow.<br /><br />We need to understand this and cultivate it. We as teachers shouldn't *tell* our students to do something. We need to *show* them that that is the right thing to do, by doing it ourselves. When they see us doing something, they will also follow it.<br /><br />To me, that is how education should be. It should be more about motivating the kids to do something that they want to do instead of something that we think they are good at. And they will only find out what they are good at when they ask questions about themselves and about the world around them. In our journey to impart education to our younger generations, this is something we are obligated to teach.<br /><br />So what happens if we don't do these things?<br />Nothing really drastic. Some kids will realize these things soon enough and reacting on it. The only problem are the timelines. When they could have gotten this realization eons ago, why delay it? Kids are the next generation, they are the next change. When we have the opportunity to influence this change early enough why shouldn't we do it? The state our country is in right now, we could use change. We could use the next generation. We could use some questions.<br /><br />So let us teach them. Let us teach them to assimilate. Let us teach them to analyze. Let us teach them to object. Let us teach them to learn. Let us teach them to teach. Let us teach them to travel. Let us teach them to experience. Let us teach them to love. Let us teach them happiness. Let us teach them to fail. Let us teach them to help others. Let us teach them to care. Let us teach them humanity. Let us teach them to look beyond boundaries. Let us teach them to look beyond our world. Let us teach them to look beyond religion. Let us teach them about sacrifice. Let us teach them to not lie. Let us teach them to live up to their word. Let us teach them anything we can. Let us teach them everything we can.<br /><br />But first, Let us learn these things. Let us teach them, by teaching ourselves.<br /><br />That to me, is education.shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-79388391092451158772014-08-24T04:14:00.001+05:302014-08-25T22:17:24.599+05:30The Himalayas<div style="background-color: white; margin: 15px auto 25px; max-width: 600px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px;"><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">In February this year, I visited the holy shrine of Vaishnodevi in Jammu. It is about a 12 KM walk from the base camp - Katra till the holy shrine and I enjoyed that walk more than the darshan itself. The idea of a himalayan trek has been with me for really long but when I looked at the nature surrounding me during that trek, I decided i’d go to the Himalayas this year; I decided i’d do the trek. That was the sign. So I came back, and registered for the trek with IndiaHikes.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">From August 9th to August 16th I was there. I was in the Himalayas. It had always been a dream and for the one time in my life, I was living my dream. In the course of that one week, I learnt a lot of things. But more importantly I learnt the importance of unlearning something. We are a species that is capable of thought and reason and as a side effect we are able to learn something every single day. But the concept of unlearning goes deeper than just basic thought and reason. Unlearning something requires you to go into the roots of your learning and strip it out. In reality, It is a really hard process to do.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">Worries, pains, sorrows, love, friendship all take a back seat when you’re with the mountains. The only thing that matters then is you and the mountains. And truthfully, that is all matters in life. Everything else is but a requirement set by someone; a mere necessity. Every single day that I trekked the mountains, I asked it a whole new set of questions and it gave me a whole new set of answers. But the funny thing is, the mountains never spoke, I was speaking to myself all along. Then I realized the power of one. The power that lies in each one of us.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">We worry about such petty things. We accept pain way too easily. We throw ourselves into sorrow for the smallest of things. We don’t give love a chance. We underestimate the value of friendship. I realized how much of importance I was giving to the things that didn’t really matter and how less of importance I was giving to the things that did really matter. The mountains cared for me. They let me walk on them and feel them and it seemed like they only asked for one small thing in return - That I care that same way for something else.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">The human mind really is something else. The initial days were really tough on me. I found it extremely hard to heave my bag and walk so much, ascend so much, descend so much. But as the days passed my mind started to accept these things. Pain took a back seat as the ascents started becoming fun and the descents, even more so. I looked back on the painful days with a laugh. At the top of Gardsar pass, which was the highest point of the trek, I wanted to do more. 13,750ft suddenly seemed too less. At the top of Garsar pass, it didn’t matter to me that I did a 3hr climb, what mattered was that I could see both the Vishansar and the Kishansar lakes. But even that, wasn’t enough. I tell you, the human mind really is something else.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">The mountains woke up with us and slept with us. Every single day up there was different. The mountains poised a different set of challenges for us every day. Be it ascending on snow or on boulders or on extremely small trails, it never ran out of things to throw at us. I woke up every day looking forward to these challenges. I woke up knowing that things wouldn’t be monotonous. My DSLR camera ended up being a distraction. When I was in the moment and was a part of it all, I never once felt the need to take a picture. I always felt a greater urge to stay there longer.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">Given a chance, the mountains have a lot to teach us about everything but more so about oneself.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">Ask her why you worry. Ask her why it pains. Ask her about sorrow. Ask her how to love. Ask her how to befriend. Ask her what. Ask her why. Ask her where. Ask her how.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">But please, ask. But please, wonder. But please, submit.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;">And always remember, they are waiting for you. They always were, they always will.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos-g.ak.instagram.com/hphotos-ak-xfa1/10598648_316945121798222_2089259916_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://photos-g.ak.instagram.com/hphotos-ak-xfa1/10598648_316945121798222_2089259916_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #4d4d4d; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 27px;"><br /></span></span></div>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-77158393180725179732013-12-11T06:36:00.001+05:302013-12-11T12:29:22.679+05:30Twenty Five<div dir="ltr">Today i'll tell you guys what has happened, in the past 25 years. Something wonderful. Something great. Something that is well of note. In 25 years, i've seen 2 people go from being a guy who used to secretly like a girl and a girl who lived her life to the fullest to being 2 absolutely wonderful people to ever walk the earth together. At least it is like that for me. But i'd like to make a small correction to what i started off with.</div><div dir="ltr">Twenty five? Nope. Lets talk Twenty three. </div><div dir="ltr">Thats my age. I'm twenty three years old. And thats what i'd like to talk about today. NOT how i'm awesome or how handsome i am(?) at twenty three years but how these twenty three years have been for me. Some people might say: "Dude, why are you being such a self obsessed person talking about yourself!"; To them, i say "Today is not about me being twenty three, today is about how 2 people in my life helped me survive till the day i could write this for them."</div><div dir="ltr">So, Twenty Three. </div><div dir="ltr">I was born on the 19th of March 1990. 2 years after they got married. They got married on the 11th of December 1988. Here is a little backstory. My dad started a company in 1986 i believe with a few of his friends. What he did 2 years after that has absolutely left me baffled. He got married. What he did 2 years after THAT was even more amazing. I was born. I can just but imagine what he would've gone through at that point in time. He had just started a company, got married and had a kid. The responsibility on his head at that point in time&nbsp; would've been really humongous! </div><div dir="ltr">People talk about having role models in life. Looking up to people. I've had my set of role models in life but it is just a few days ago, when i was sitting and thinking about this that it hit me. I just need to take a step back and look to my side. I have 2 *great* role models right there. Tears rolled down my eyes at how long i took to realize this.</div><div dir="ltr">For all those who don't know me, here is a small peek into my current life.</div><div dir="ltr">I'm Shrayas. I'm a code monkey at SAP Labs at Bangalore, India. I love technology and have been fascinated by it for the longest time. I'm pretty successful in my career right know, learning great stuff and getting decently paid for the effort that i put in as well. So i would say, i'm in a great place. </div><div dir="ltr">"You self obsessed idiot"</div><div dir="ltr">Nope, i owe every bit of what i just said there to 2 people. Let me rephrase that sentence for you.</div><div dir="ltr">I'm Shrayas. I was born to Sheela Rajagopal and R. Rajagopal.</div><div dir="ltr">----</div><div dir="ltr">Here are a list of things, Irrespective of how small, that influenced me and made me who i am today.</div><div dir="ltr">1. All the ambulances.<br />My mom had learnt how to draw a car from my dad. So whenever i asked for a car, she used to immediately draw that and show it to me. Beside my house, there was a hospital and i was really enthusiastic about the lights on top of the Ambulance. So the next time when i asked for an ambulance, my mom whipped out her car drawing and put a light on top of it and voila - Happy me! As a kid, i used to be fascinated by drawings and i think that has what led me to still fall in love with art, in any form.</div><div dir="ltr">2. The fiddling.<br />We were in Singapore for a while and we were staying over at one of dad's friends place. When my dad was out to work, i believe i fiddled around with the microwave and turned the lights off in it or something and my mom got really upset with me and took a hot matchstick and ran it on my hand as punishment. As much as it hurt back then, i think that attitude has remained. Anything that i get in my hand, i *need* to know how it works.</div><div dir="ltr">3. The comic madness.<br />My dad, he's been a long time lover of comics himself and i think it is right of me to say that he passed his legacy down to me there. I've read the oldest of the oldest comics. Ranging from the baby huey to cacha chowdary to the oldest of the tinkles that date back to when he was a kid (i believe). This also has greatly added to my creativity. So many times in life, i've used comics as a way to refresh and let go of reality.</div><div dir="ltr">4. All the superman.<br />I believe there was this one Lungi that i fancied tieing around my neck and jumping all around the house as superman. I clearly remember all those awesome times that i had with myself. Growing up, i had no one to give me company and was referred to by my cousins as a loner but i've always enjoyed being that person, being with my thoughts and being with my imagination. My love for superheros saw no stop since then. I still love my share of Superman, Batman and what not.</div><div dir="ltr">5. The Legos.<br />This one, when i think about it, played the *biggest* influence in my life till date. Yes, i think thats what it did. Legos are these building block type thingies that i think influenced so many peoples lives. Especially mine. I've spend DAYS playing with them building things that i imagined. They never stopped buying me legos. It was like my go-to gift. I used to love them. There wasn't ever anything that i couldn't build with them. Of course sometimes when i tried to build something and it didnt come out the way i wanted it to. I used to come out into the hall and break it all over the floor. My mom then promptly would pick it up for me (which ofc was followed by a huge shouting, but still). I cant begin to emphasize how much these things did to my brain. I begun to think in all sorts of different ways. I owe much of my outside thinking to legos. They are such a great resource to learn.</div><div dir="ltr">6. The name.<br />I have a weird spelling - shrAyas, not shrEyas like the others who share my name. That too, has been such an awesome conversation starter with some of the greatest friends in my life. Maybe that is why i embrace weirdness. Because the first thing about me IS weird. Maybe that is why among all things, i aim to be different. I dont like being a part of the masses.</div><div dir="ltr">7. Math.<br />Hahahahah. I'm sure when they are reading this part, they'll really laugh. Just the word means so much to my family. All the time that my dad spent trying to teach me the world renouned Unitary method problems and the age problems and the geometry and the trigonometry and the basic additions and what not. I still remember my dad being asleep, i woke him up and said, "Since 2*2 = 4 shouldn't 1*1 be 2?" And he woke up and kicked me so hard, i flew back a few feet and then realization hit me. I might not be too strong in math right now but i really love the subject thanks to all this. It is a wonderful subject and it will come with us till we hit our death beds. </div><div dir="ltr">8. The fright.<br />Growing up, i was really really scared of my dad. Of what he'd say if i do something and of what he'd do if i didn't do something. And at that point in time, it was really sucky to be in my position because some of them had really "cool" parents and i didnt. But looking back at these things, i'm glad that he was like that with me because it made me conscious of the things i was going to do. I think innately i've learnt from that to pause and think at least twice about what i'm going to do or say to other people. </div><div dir="ltr">9. The nights.<br />I slept in my parents' bed for *far* too long. I developed a fear of the dark and that was the only way out. I probably took away their alone time by always being, which really kind of sucks if i think about it now. But i think that i learnt 2 things from that. So many years since then, i've begun now to get over my fear of the dark. In addition to that, i've learnt the importance of sacrifice. When you feel that something is worth the sacrifice, you should just do it. They were great souls to give that much up for me.</div><div dir="ltr">10. Night trains to Bangalore.<br />We travelled a lot to Bangalore, because the entire family stays here. We mostly took the night trains when i was a kid and my mom used to put sheets of newspaper on the ground and sit there till i went to sleep. "TILL I WENT TO SLEEP". I was a kid back then so you will realize how hard that is for a damn kid. Sacrifice, again.</div><div dir="ltr">11. 41C<br />This was the bus that my mom used to take as she picked me up from school. She used to put me on her hip and walk super fast to the bus stop to catch the bus. I remember her buying me Ravalgon peppermint if i was well behaved. That is such a great memory. I can still close my eyes and go back to the time that i was going to eat that peppermint, such a great memory. Perseverence.</div><div dir="ltr">12. Travelling<br />We love travelling. It really sucks that im not able to make enough time now a days for this but we really do. Ever since i was kid, i remember always going to places. I think that is where i developed the love for travelling, seeing new places, experiencing new things. When we look back on all the albums that we have made till date, it is such a colourful experience for me. Just last year when we travelled to Sri Lanka, I saw something that completely changed my belief system. That is the power, of travelling.</div><div dir="ltr">13. Friendship.<br />Balaji, Kamat, Chaya, Badari, Ravi, Nalini. Enough said.</div><div dir="ltr">14. Understanding.<br />When we hit puberty, we're all cranky teens. We all have ways to deal with it. My way was to just rage. Rage has always been a problem with me. But there was something else that i... no they used to do. They've always been great at understanding me even if i didn't tell them anything. This really used to be my solace. They used to just *know* if something was up. And i remember so many instances of sitting on one of the chairs and my dad and mom talking to me about things. It doesn't even have to date back to when i was a kid. Just about a year ago the same kind of thing happened. I was losing confidence in who i was and what i was and they came down from Chennai because they *knew* that something was wrong. Rightly enough, i was ok after i let it out.</div><div dir="ltr">15. God.<br />Theres my mom - Shes believes in a God very very much to the extent that she's been going to the temple religiously almost every day since the past 10-15 years. Then theres my dad - Does things that he has to. I think he believes in God a little but not as much as what my mom does. Or even if he does, he doesn't show it too much. Throughout my life, i've never been forced to doing anything with respect to believing in god. They did their share of things to show me the path but never did they push me down it. Right now, I'm agnostic but that doesn't mean that i wont do things that they tell me to.</div><div dir="ltr">16. Photography.<br />The power of taking a moment and freezing it in time is something that only nature should have. But we have it too. In the form of the art of photography. A passion of mine, that was fueled by them. My dad showed me the tech on how to shoot it. It has lived in me till now. I love taking pictures and i've even done it professionally for a while. I think the eye, is in the family.</div><div dir="ltr">17. Technology.<br />I love Tech. I love my gadgets. That has my dad written all over it.</div><div dir="ltr">18. Food.<br />I live to eat. Anyone who knows me, knows how much i love food. That has my mom written all over it. I dare anyone to come home and not go satisfied.</div><div dir="ltr">19. Prasannavika.<br />Never did i think that this would be so easy. Or at least that is what they made me feel. I thought that i would have to talk them into it. I had a whole game plan mapped out but it was such an ease. I can't say anything more here except that i am ecstatic. If 100s of people tell me it is awesome that i'm going to marry the girl i love, i tell them that it is because i had such a great set of people. Again, never did i think that it was going to be so easy. Really.</div><div dir="ltr">20. Love.<br />Is an emotion that isn't used too much in my family. But it isn't an emotion that you can even find the lack of. I've imbibed the same things within me. Love is an emotion that we all share. It is all about sharing. You share your personal space with the one you love. You share your knowledge with the ones you love. Love is indeed a word in itself. But the easiest way to show love, is by sharing. Through love, i've learnt to share. Through sharing i've learnt to love.</div><div dir="ltr">21. Logic Soft.<br />Perseverence. Dedication. Brilliance. Hard work. Trust. Friendship. Professionalism. That one presentation at Sri Lanka blew me over. I one day aim to talk to a group of people with that amount of pride that you had and the amount of confidence that was brimming from within. Respect.</div><div dir="ltr">----</div><div dir="ltr">So, If at any point in time you guys thought that you led your lives without doing anything or without being satisfied please come back and read this. You've spent your life, in making mine. It doesn't matter how small the contribution at that time was. </div><div dir="ltr">If anyone compliments me right now, it is all you guys. <br />If anyone tells me i am Intelligent, it is all you guys. <br />If anyone tells me that i am honest, it is all you guys. <br />If anyone tells me i am caring, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i am loving, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i think differently, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me that i appreciate their effort, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i take good pictures, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i love their food, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone believes in what i tell them, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i have a great set of friends, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i am a kid, it is all you guys.<br />If anyone tells me i have matured, it is all you guys.</div><div dir="ltr">If anyone tells me i am SHRAyas, it is all SHeela and RAjagopal.</div><div dir="ltr">Thats what YOU guys have done over the past 23 years. You've made me who i am right now. You've made me the man i am. </div><div dir="ltr">I wont ever say it but i am forever thankful to the things you've given up for me, to the things you've heard me say, to the things you've seen me do, to the things you've done for me. </div><div dir="ltr">Heres wishing you a Happy Anniversary dad and mom. </div><div dir="ltr">Yours,<br />your son.</div>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-66743474258372575812013-04-20T20:22:00.001+05:302013-04-20T20:27:16.860+05:30Relity, perspective and God -II<p dir="ltr">Some people see him in deities. Some people see him as a spiritual being. Some people believe he was a human living among us. </p><p dir="ltr">Me, I dont believe in religion. Don't get me wrong. I believe in a god. I believe in a power but im not a part of those groups that separate this being into different sects demarked by religion. When we are born, inside our mothers womb .. there is absolutely no discriminations. Nothing to demarkate you from the rest of the babies in mothers wombs. Why does this have to start the instant we come out from those wombs? Why do we have to be judges based on which stars were where when we were born? Hell! Why do we have to be judged at all. Each kid, each boy and each girl must be let to their own ways.</p><p dir="ltr">If a "god" existed im sure he won't let these discriminations happen. He wouldn't stand by while we ran a blade through the others throats or raped innocent little girls. If god was a "he", im sure "he" would have done something.</p><p dir="ltr">That's simply the reason I don't believe in the injustice branded - religion. It just doesn't make sense. What I believe is that every man is for himself, or by an extension .. his family and that is all. Theres no "him" involved anywhere. </p><p dir="ltr">What I would classify as a god is merely nature. That's it. </p><p dir="ltr">Right as the moment im writing this, im standing on top of a lighthouse at kapu beach, udipi, karnataka looking at the sun setting behind the majestic Arabian sea after having done its days job. This, what im seeing right now .. is the god I believe in. This is all of it. The majestic ocean, the waves thrashing against the rocks, the sun going down. </p><p dir="ltr">ISO 100 . Shutter 1/250 . F 5.6 </p><p dir="ltr">We seem to heavily rely on a person to solve our issues for us but all I see from right here is everyone minding their own business. Being themselves. And thats how it should be. Everyone takes care of the bubble that envelops them, themselves, their families.</p><p dir="ltr">I think that's all I want to say. Standing up here has just made me think of these things. From up here, everything seemed the same. Hindus, Muslims, Christians, jains,&#160; Buddhists, Jews. It doesn't really matter. All I saw were people and the bold nature bringing everything together.</p><p dir="ltr">there was 1 more key thing I realized -- without the nature, we can't survive .. but without us, nature would thrive. It doesn't need us, we need it. Its high time we realize that and act. </p><p dir="ltr">Lets stop fighting for our religions and start fighting for nature, for what helps us survive.</p><p dir="ltr">I'll go now, enjoy my time with my god while those people die in the name of something pointless. </p><p dir="ltr">Peace and love. </p><div class='separator' style='clear: both; text-align: center;'> <a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-btAE4HTrWLM/UXKrmaHdTNI/AAAAAAAAEgo/myqWW-bFL2Y/s1600/IMG_20130420_183055.jpg' imageanchor='1' style='margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;'> <img border='0' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-btAE4HTrWLM/UXKrmaHdTNI/AAAAAAAAEgo/myqWW-bFL2Y/s640/IMG_20130420_183055.jpg' /> </a> </div>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-39074880764362133362012-12-31T17:47:00.003+05:302012-12-31T17:47:42.747+05:30MMXII<br />Remember MMXL? I wrote it 2 years ago. If you dont remember , click <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2010/12/mmxl.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Anyway here goes,<br /><br />2 years have passed since i last wrote about who i am / what i do. Has anything really changed? Have things become better? Have things become worse? Whatsup?<br /><br />I think over the past 2 years i've learnt more about what the world is about and how people are but more importantly i think i've learnt more about how i fit into this world and how i am and how people are towards me.<br /><br />I'm very lucky because i have a bunch of *wonderful* friends.. These i know are those bunch of people who will stand behind me even if <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2012/12/people-are-idiots.html">34 people</a> are against me. And i trust them. I think in these 2 years my relationship with each one of them has taught me so much more that i could have learnt on my own — Humility, Creativity, Relationships, Standing up for your beliefs, Composure, <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2011/08/krlighedamouraskpyar.html">Love </a>and lots more.<br /><br />I've learnt that code is my calling. I want to write code for another good n years in my life. Not because i want to learn a 100 different languages but simply because i think writing code makes me happy and writing code makes me want to write more code. My idea of a perfect vacation is a beach, some cold water and my laptop. In that setting, i could most probably create history.<br /><br />This is also something that i want to learn in my next year. I say i want to create history but i also say that i can do this only on my perfect vacation. This is something that i'm really looking to change. I want to be able to step out of my comfort zone and do things that need to be done from my side. I dont have vim? no problemo, Notepad++ would do. I want to be able to eat things that i usually do not eat simply because i haven't eaten them for so long. Getting out of your comfort zone and being able to do those things allows you to create a comfort zone whereever you wish so and that woould be a great tool at your disposal.<br /><br />I've learnt that <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2012/06/story-moment-picture.html">photography </a>is not about sporting a 7D or having a funky f1.2 lens. Photography is *ALL* about the moment and how you see it. You dont need some fancy equipment (although it surely does help) in order to get what is in your head out on to a picture. What it takes is dedication and the ability to constantly keep that image in your head till you get it out on print. Thats what photography is about, not the shutter speed, not the aperture, not the depth of field but all about the moment and how you are part of that moment<br /><br />I've learnt that relationships are extremely hard to maintain and sustain. It takes a lot of hard work in order to keep functional and meaningful relationships with people you care about. I've committed some rather big blunders in my relationships with people and i felt like an ass later. But taking a step back and looking at my mistakes i realize they all had something common in them — I went back. I did what was required of me. Why? All because that relationship meant a lot to me. Because i wanted to sustain. Even though some of these mistakes i've committed time and again , i just hope that those people too realize that they are important to me (contrary shit, i know)<br /><br />I've learnt that literature is very very key. Its absolutely not enough if you just have some programming knowledge (in my case). Whats more important is your understanding of how things were done and how things *CAN* be done in the right way. This has increased my belief in the *RIGHT* way thinking of mine (sorry alfy)<br /><br />I've started to enjoy <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2012/08/reality-perspective-and-god.html">nature </a>more. The cold mornings, the colder nights, the beautiful sunsets and the sunrises. They all seem way more nicer over the past 2 years. I think nature has a way with every single person and takes its own sweet time to pull them into its clutches. My clutch was one single inccident enroute to nuwara eliya, SL sometime this year<br /><br />Just this year there was loss as well. <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2011/02/i.html">Steve Jobs</a>, Dennis Ritchie, and many many more. Crazy year. They were people who i looked up to and admired. Gone. Apple's keynotes wont ever be the same to me again sans Jobs and i wouldn't have ever loved to program as much as i do right now if it were not for Mr. Dennis' wonderful C. In line with Jobs, I too am a person with a messiah complex and I will change the world. But that for sure will not be easy. I realize this all right now. Efforts are required. Efforts will be put. The world needs an imprint of me.<br /><br />We all live in society, over the past 2 years i've tried to help out in any which way that i can. Just because we're well off it doesnt mean that we need to overlook the <a href="http://www.shrayas-diaries.blogspot.in/2011/05/big-ugly-gets-work-done-guy.html">dirty things</a> that are happening around us. I've decided that i will try and help out the society in whatever possible way from my side. Bribe and corruption sure do suck but its not like i can do anything being a shitty programmer is what would have been my thinking. But i've realized that theres a lot that can be done from each individual's side when it comes to getting shit done. Not only in regards to bribe or corruption but in all society helping factors. I'm going to look out for it. I'm going to try.<br /><br />2 years is a hell of a long time. Theres a lot i've learnt. Theres a lot to learn. I'll get there.<br /><br />2012 get the fuck out. Bring it on 2013. Lets see how much you can change me and how much i can change the world.<br /><br />Peace and love.shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-66740757067200201832012-12-08T00:43:00.003+05:302012-12-08T00:43:58.332+05:30People are idiots<br /><br />I think there are 2 kinds of people .<br /><br />The kinds of people who think they are idiots and the kind of people who need to be told they are idiots<br /><br />I love to hang out with the former . The latter plain pisses me off .<br /><br />There are those section of people who will think they aren't brainy and they are really good for nothing in this world but they are truly mistaken , thats why i would call them people who think they are idiots .<br /><br />There are those section of people who will think that they are brainy and they are really good in this world but they are truly mistaken , thats why i would call them people who need to be told they are idiots.<br /><br />Over the past 2 years i've met quite a sum of people in this world and in the place of my stay and have been able to quantify a good chunk of people into these 2 categories .<br /><br />The good thing now , is that most of the people who fall into the first category are the same people i call my friends .<br /><br />The sad thing now , is that most of the people who fall into the second category are the same people that i am forced to befriend because of social circumstances.<br /><br />People are idiots , ey ?<br /><br />So what does that make me ?<br />I'm a person too. The good thing about these 2 categories is that you dont have to put *yourself* into one of these categories . Its not your job . These categories exist from the perspective of everyone else towards you .. They're just called differently by different people - Friends and Acquaintainces .. Best friends and enemies , Be it whatever.<br /><br />Anyway what these second section of people think is that they can take the first section for granted and use them for all they want . I myself was in a similar situation a couple of days ago and saw them do this and all i want to say , is screw u my dear "friends" . Just because we hear you out and we listen to you doesn't mean we're powerless . Doesn't mean we dont get hurt and doesn't mean you can take us for granted .<br /><br />U know what , FUCK u .<br /><br />You could be santa claus himself or someone from star trek but if you dont know how to respect friendship and dont know how to talk to people and approach them , you my friend are a useless piece of shit and mean nothing to the rest of the world . There is this concept in Japanese Manga and Anime called "nakama" and nakama is used to refer to those section of people who are the closest to you and who you will give your life for.<br /><br />You insulted one of my Nakama.<br /><br />I WILL NOT take that. Its not in my blood to do so . I have a role model of my very own dad who to this day takes his stand with his friend even though this friendship is condenmed by his very own wife. that is what friendship is to me.<br /><br />But the great thing about the first section is that we will stand by and let you say all this stuff because of one simple thing -- we can endure . we can sustain . We have TIME with us . You guys on the other hand are a time bomb waiting to go off .<br /><br />I just have one thing to say to you all - Adios. May each of your flabby short parts rest in peace.<br /><br />Your insult has not gone unnoticed . Beware . U dont know the power of the first section .<br /><br />Might i just remind you , we are people too and as just to restate - People are Idiots , they can do anything.<br /><br />Good night u lowly second section . I dont know how u sleep in peace , but i'm glad you do.<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />Dont open your eyes in the middle of the night though , because u know , people are idiots. <br />shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-36453876534558930842012-08-09T01:28:00.003+05:302012-08-09T01:33:35.126+05:30Reality , Perspective and .. GodThe title indicates something very spiritual , but trust me its not . I'm not a very spiritual guy and i don't think i will ever be.<br /><br />These 3 words have meanings associated with them . But today i'm going to try and side track you away from what you know of reality , from what you know of perspectives and what you believe in of god and give you my take on them.<br /><br />I've lived all my life , confined to my own thoughts , confined to my own notions and believing in what i think is right . That was my reality.<br /><br />I've had my take on everything , anything that can be had a point of view on , i've had it . I know it has irritated a lot of people , but that was my perspective<br /><br />God? I've never really bought into the idea of one person up there telling you what you are going to do the next second . I dont buy that you are being controlled.<br /><br />on 8th July 2012. I saw the single most beautiful thing in this world. <br /><br />I was close to 7000 feet above sea level while traveling to this place called Nuwara Eliya in the central province of Sri Lanka when it happened.<br /><br />My reality changed. My perspectives changed. I started to believe in something. <br /><br />What i saw was nothing very special. Each one of us would have sees it almost every day. But on 8th July , something was different . I will absolutely not be able to pen it down if i tried to . And mind you i've tried . This is probably the 5th time i'm rewriting this post just trying to find the right words . But i've realized something . Its just *not* possible to describe such a beauty in words . <br /><br />I might be wrong , but hey , i'm known to give my Point of view on everything , so here it goes : Maybe , just maybe writing was the only form of *art* in the olden times but one single writer ended up in the same predicament that i am in (i'm not an accomplished writer whatsoever, that is not the point i'm trying to get across) right now - The loss of words . And maybe this is precisely the reason why , so many other art forms were born - Painting , Sculpting , Photography . <br /><br />What is reality , i thought . Is it what i see ? or is it what i *don't* see ? or is it what i've kept myself from seeing ? <br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;on 8th , i saw what seemed all in all real to me . But i've seen the same thing so many times in my life .. What was different ? I guess it was because i had let go. I gave in. To what you may ask ? To myself. I stopped looking at reality , and let reality just take me in its arms and show me the way. Maybe this all seems so stupid but people who have experienced this -- will agree with me <br /><br />What is perspective , i thought . Is it what i *want* to see ? or is it just the opposite of it ? <br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;On 8th , i had no perspective . It was raw . I just saw , no point of view , nothing to prove , no one to blame , no one to praise . It was simple and plain raw. That's what happens when there is no such thing called as perspective . everything is just there . that is the simple truth. <br /><br />What is god ? is it a person ? <br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;On 8th , i saw god . <br /><br />On 8th July 2012 , I experienced Nature. Even now , as i close my eyes i go back to that road , i go back to that setting , i go back to see god.<br /><br />God is not a person . He doesn't judge u . He doesn't lay down what you need to do . He doesn't do much . But the 1 thing he does .. he does it with a don. <br /><br />He just shows us that he is there . Through a lot of means and i believe that it is different for different people . But i see god through Nature . The sheer beauty of it assures me that yes , there is someone up there . <br /><br />So Reality , Perspective and god were all redefined for me on the 8th of July 2012 -- By nature. <br /><br />Reality for me , now , is&nbsp; ...<br />Perspective for me , now , is ... <br />God for me , now is ...<br /><br />Somehow , no matter how much i think about it . I'm not able to give them apt meanings . Looks like i need to go back to God , to nature . <br /><br />Maybe there will be a part 2 .<br /><br />Reality, Perception and .. God . I will find your meaning<br /><br />Because i've never seen anything look as beautiful as this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVWMkZrPyP4/UCLEkGxyQDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/pGutYsHgcWM/s1600/PANO_20120708_181228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="71" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVWMkZrPyP4/UCLEkGxyQDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/pGutYsHgcWM/s320/PANO_20120708_181228.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-75031087790733117992012-06-18T01:08:00.000+05:302012-06-18T01:08:18.681+05:30A Story, A Moment, A Picture.Its been a really long time since i wrote something .. I guess i lacked that push , i guess i was focussing on other things . But today , i got that push.<br /><br />7:25PM , was just chilling in my room taking some classes on Natural Language Processing when i got a call "Macha, I'm in Bangalore, come lets shoot" <br /><br />8:05PM , Brigade Road , i met Waseem . Its been a while since we met and shot together . He's one of those people i really look up to simply because everytime we shoot together .. he inspires me to try new things and to think differently. Hell i still cant stand beside him and shoot properly , i'm so intimidated by him :) He's really good. <br /><br />So as we're walking along the roads , looking for shots .. we bitch about those 'wannabe' photographers carrying around that hideous Canon EOS edge bag that they get for free . They really do not understand what photography is all about .. Maybe some of them do , but most of them don't. And i will try to explain it today.<br /><br />We walked and came across to this street , and it had this amazing old stone kinda building that hosted a fancy suit shop . We were trying our hand at some shots there when this kid came along . He was curious , and wanted to see what it is that we were doing . So Waseem immediately said "Macha, im shooting him" and that's when it all started. <br /><br />"John Peter" , a kid who earned Rs. 100 - Rs. 200 a day by collecting parking fare. He started telling us his story. He told us that his dad had passed away and that he gives all this money to his mom. We had some wonderful conversations with the kid. Well i was silent for most of it (im a useless introvert) but i was a part of all of it. Waseem then made him write his name on a piece of paper and hold it up for us to get shots. <br /><br />Incident light from the left illuminating half his face, ISO at 1600 , F 1.8 , Shutter at 1/200th of a second . He , just standing there , composed , just posing for the 2nd time in his life . Last someone took a picture of him was 4 years ago when some white guy had visited it seems . I had got my shot . <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIijDSJwq0A/T94xcxHqwRI/AAAAAAAAEEA/qktgy_dtUdM/s1600/IMG_7649+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIijDSJwq0A/T94xcxHqwRI/AAAAAAAAEEA/qktgy_dtUdM/s640/IMG_7649+copy.jpg" title="" width="408" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John Peter</td></tr></tbody></table><br />After every quick session, he asked us to show him what we had taken and always smiled at the shots .. We knew he liked them the instant we saw that smile . <br /><br />Photographers these days , open up pages on facebook just as they know how to handle a camera and start putting up pictures .. I think this is really fucked up and that they really shouldn't be doing so . Photography is something that takes YEARS to gain mastery over . More over its something that is SO highly subjective that one should understand his likes first before he can start publishing his work to the world . <br /><br />Photography isn't about getting money .<br />Photography isn't about getting those 1000000000000 likes on your pictures<br />Photography isn't about someone else appreciating your work<br /><br />It is about you , the moment and the story that revolves around it . <br /><br />To me , Photography is my passion and today i rediscovered it . Its so wonderful when you're standing there talking to a person who earns 100 bucks a day and gives it away to his mom . He studies whenever he can and managed to write his entire name in English . I think that standing there , listening to him narrate his story , itself , to me , was the perfect shot . <br /><br />No light , No ISO , No Shutter speed , No Aperture . Just a story . That's how i perceive photography.shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-82496669476638432492011-08-27T00:59:00.000+05:302011-08-27T01:18:27.566+05:30愛.kærlighed.amour.αγάπη.aşk.pyarSome people go out in search of it<br />Some people cannot stand it <br />and worst of all , there are people like me , who cannot live without it . <br /><br />Some people wait for that Kuch Kuch hota hai moment and some people try to make every moment spent on this earth hoping to do 'kuch kuch' for someone else :)<br /><br />Thats just the way the world works . <br /><br />If you are working , and i read this somewhere , they say "Quit your job if you wouldn't do what you're doing now for free."<br /><br />I guess , in a way .. they're talking about love too , right ?<br /><br />When i'm writing a program . I make sure that i am writing it because i want to and not because i have to and that i understand the purpose behind it. I make sure that i am writing it not because i can but because writing that program accomplishes something.<br /><br />I guess , in a way .. thats talking about love too , right ? <br /><br />When i'm shooting a photo i make sure that the frame is right , that the model (if any) is standing in the right place and that he/she adds to the picture and that he/she isn't just standing there for the oomph effect . After the picture is taken , i post process it and get what i truly wanted out of what i saw in my mind . <br /><br />I guess , in a way .. thats talking about love too , right ? <br /><br />Me? I believe in love . I believe that there is that one person out there for me . I believe that one day , i would choose her over myself because 1. i'm a hopeless romantic and 2. simply because she would mean that much to me . <br /><br />Of course when we talk about love . I should point out here that we all (at least mostly) were born in this world owing to love (also called arranged marriage at that time) and that i'm able to sit here and type this out all because of the love that 2 people have given to me throughout their life - My mom and My dad. <br /><br />I learnt how much a husband can love his wife <br />I learnt how much a wife , irrespective of never accepting, loves her husband to bits<br />I learnt how much most important of all , we all need to value that love <br /><br />Some of us would say that our parents have done their duties in bringing us up to a extent where i can write this and where you can understand it, but to them its like they've done such a small thing . <br /><br />This evening , i asked my mom to make me breakfast tomorrow morning so that i could take it to office (my friends really like her cooking) and she smilingly asked me .. 20 phulkas enough ? Thats such a small task for her to do for my sake . A tear rolled down my eye and i covered it up with laughter .<br /><br />I guess , in a way .. thats talking about love too , right ? <br /><br />DAMN right it is . <br /><br />They taught us how to walk <br />They taught us not to stick our fingers into our mouths<br />They taught us how to say FAN <br />They taught us how to behave<br />They taught us ..<br />They taught us the most important thing , <br />They taught us how to love. <br /><br />And in my case , I wish for one thing . <br /><br />I wish that the person whom i love , i can love as much as my dad loves my mom . <br />I wish that the person whom i love , loves me as much as my mom loves my dad . <br />I wish that the person whom i love , is as happy as my parents are with each other . <br /><br />Staying away from the people i love for the past year has belted into me a lot of lessons . <br /><br />In accordance to that , i would say "Note to self: Please Dont rely on that to learn their value ."<br /><br />Because what begins , must end <br />Because even though void main() begins with a { it does also end with a }<br />Because though the 2012 thing is crap , we will die . <br /><br />I do not want to cry for people after they are dead , i spoke about this to someone a long time ago and said i WOULDN'T CRY but i guess i've lost that bet now . I know i will , but i DONT WANT TO. <br /><br />I guess , in a way .. thats talking about love too , right ? <br /><br />I want to value you when you are alive . At least then i can tell you how much you mean to me.<br /><br />THIS IS in DEDICATion TO all those Morons who'vE understOod me and can bear to live with me in this World.<br /><br />I love you.shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-5891659817106571572011-05-23T13:26:00.002+05:302011-05-23T15:19:53.105+05:30The big ugly "gets-work-done" guyRight now, i sit in one of the most corrupt offices in the city . Which city? every single one of them in India .<br /><br />Let me tell you 1 simple fact about how stupid i am . I lost my wallet , A couple of months ago . With it went woooosh my:<br /><br />1. Pan Card<br />2. License<br />3. Landmark fellowship card .. You may ask why this is so important ? well because the card's number was 000001 :)<br />4. 2k<br />5. memories<br /><br />Now , i need a license , i wish to drive a car , a swift or an i10 , but that isn't important . The base point - I need a license .<br /><br />Dad made a couple of calls .<br /><br />the R T O , the Regional Transport Office.<br /><br />People around me , all waiting , all sitting on the slab that i am sitting on . Like one of my friends <a href="http://trulyrd.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/distinction/">quoted</a> , there is no distinction between us people sitting on the slab . The real distinction is not physical . The real distinction is more of how we came to sit on this same slab .<br /><br />I came, and i will accept, through what they call a 'broker'. Which is just a glorified way of calling a peon . A person who can get things done .<br /><br />Do i feel guilty ? Yes , as hell . Why ? Because i'm just another pawn in this corrupt society, feeding the&nbsp;demon&nbsp;that is corruption . A big , black thing with no physical form , much like goop or a swampy creature with big red eyes of temptation is how i picture this Corruption .<br /><br />Its not a concept anymore . Its something . A 'thing' that has an identity . A thing that we feed . A thing that we breed .<br /><br /><i>update:&nbsp;</i><br />I just went into an office . This is the office of the P.A to the RTO, (RTO meaning the Regional Transport Officer) and lied to him . Told him that i can possibly only get 1 day(s) of leave from my office and asked him if he could sign the re-issue papers . He looked at me , he looked at the 'broker' and slyly said that he couldn't do it and that we had to wait for the RTO as such . He continued on and told me to go , and sent the broker soon after . I wonder .<br /><br />While all of us are stuck waiting in never ending lines , these people - the 'brokers' dont have such a line , they have "another" line . I wonder .<br /><br />There are a lot of things i wonder about , and one such thing ISN'T corruption . Because there really isn't anything to wonder about, is there?:<br /><blockquote>You pay , they give . You pay more , they give sooner . You pay even more , you dont even need it . <i>C'est la vie .</i>&nbsp;</blockquote>Considering the way things are moving here, there is one little proverb that i have always admired that needs an addition .<br /><blockquote>Blood is thicker than water ?<br />Money is thicker than blood .&nbsp;</blockquote><i>Update:&nbsp;</i><br />OK , things are done now . Heres what happened:<br /><br />After i met the PA , i waited for some more time and then went and met the RTO dude himself, directly . Lied to him that i had only 1 day(s) leave and then he lectured me about how <b>HE</b> had to wait 10 days in line to get admission into a school for his son . But hell! I guess he had been successful in that adventure . He signed the papers and the major hurdle was crossed . The rest was supposed to be , as our thalaivar, Mr. Rajini Sir would say: "jujubi"<br /><br />Following that, I came out and waited in line to get my picture taken . Then started the ordeal . I sat to be photographed 3 times and kept getting sent back because:<br /><blockquote>It was a duplication request and not a fresh license or a renewal and hence i had to get some more signatures<br />There was no bill attached for the amount paid , i had to come over and get the bill<br />The name on the bill was Mukesh and lets face it , i am neither the great singer or a "really really" fat dude.&nbsp;</blockquote>So with all these things taken care of , i approached the chair like it was a throne that i had to earn my place on and asked the dude before sitting . "Anna, should i sit or do i need to run around some more?" . He laughed and said "Thambi , no payan (pain) no gayan (gain)" . That gave me the laugh i needed for the picture .<br /><br />Ok, yes i'm English-ist . Its a beautiful language and needs to be resspected . <br /><br />Anyway, back to the topic. So after all these miniscule things , i came out of the Picture room (as they all call it) triumphant . My DL will be delivered at most by tomorrow .<br /><blockquote>P = 1 .</blockquote>So i guess what i'm trying to say is this:<br /><blockquote>Do you know the PM? I know someone better .<br />Do you stand in line from 5 in the morning ? I know someone better .<br />Do you skip lunch and breakfast because you need to get your passport renewed ? I know someone better .&nbsp;</blockquote>This is the same case with all of us . Poor souls who dont know the 'someone better' will suffer because we KNOW the 'someone better' or better put , because we can AFFORD the 'someone better'<br /><br />--<br /><br />People will believe that change in this kind of a place is not possible . They will go forth to believe that this is our life .<br /><br />These kinds of things are FOOD to that goopy swampy creature.&nbsp;I know that a creature that is so big cannot be easily conqured . But lets take small steps , tiny ones .<br /><br />Let start by poking it , then lets take the bigger weapons . Burn it and hopefully slay it .<br /><br />Its not something that we can do within a day . Not something that can be done in a year or even in 10 years .<br /><br />But lets at least start doing something about it so that maybe , just maybe our grand grand grand grand kids can live a life where truly "No pain, No gain"<br /><br />--<br /><br />You may ask me 1 simple question , why all talk when you are giving food to that creature ?<br /><br />I tell you from the bottom of my heart today , i will give my share of pokes to this creature . I shall try to not give these peons money and get my things done .<br /><br />Because there is nothing in this world that matches hardwork .<br /><br />--<br /><br />I might have won this war . But things will come back .<br /><br />What goes around , comes around .<br />What has a beginning , must end .<br />what is a corrupt country , can cease to be one .<br /><br />--<br /><br />I'm back home , and i'm hungry as fuck . I need my food .<br /><br />"maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"<br /><br />Signing off .shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-13917668891942964952011-04-07T23:58:00.004+05:302011-04-08T00:17:00.209+05:30PersonalitiesIf i may quote one of the most influential fictional characters - Neo.. he said "Everything that has a beginning has an end."<br /><br />When we begin . We start gathering knowledge . We start to understand the world around us . We form a personality . We stick to that personality . That what makes us Us.<br /><br />My personality, well thats for me to keep.<br /><br />There are always people in this world that compliment you . That compliment your personality . We call them friends . We call them best friends . We DONT call them colleagues. <br /><br />But there comes a certain point of time in everyone's life where their personality is questioned . Some people choose to give in to this massive change . <br /><br />But i dont believe in that . <br /><br />I believe that we have spent almost well a lifetime being who we are , becoming personalized , if you may . we need to stick to that . <br /><br /><blockquote><i>In geek terms , Would you like your .vimrc file to be lost ? You'd kill yourself ey?</i></blockquote><br />Coming back .. A few changes yes , acceptable . Simply because i also believe that change is a constant process.<br /><br />Sometimes .. We're just wrong , and we need to change what is wrong with us. <br /><br />I'm writing this today because i was going thro my pictures and found this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKj3uoOH1qY/TZ4CJOCds-I/AAAAAAAAC2k/lo3zJ1IFHWc/s1600/IMG_7003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKj3uoOH1qY/TZ4CJOCds-I/AAAAAAAAC2k/lo3zJ1IFHWc/s320/IMG_7003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />There is one other person who will share my feeling as i write this post. Right Mr. A14?<br /><br />Imagine that there were 2 people , close great friends . And then , Enter 3rd person . SO "3" (as we will call this person) completed our 'circle'<br /><br />Times were always fun with 3 around . All those Pani Puri eat outs . All those terrace conversation and the Behind B block conversations . <br /><br />There was something about 3 that just got us all \^o^/ and all excited for the smallest of things in the universe :) I still remember the time when we were laughing our asses off for no reason till when we had tears in our eyes. <br /><br />But then along came person 0 . Person 0 put forth the question to 3's personality . <br /><br />Sadly , very sadly .. 3 gave in . 3 changed. <br /><br />No jumps<br />No bursts of happiness<br />No Yay<br />No Hurray<br />No big smiles<br />No pani puri's <br />No LMAO's<br />well , in the end .. no 3 .<br /><br />0 changed 3 completely :( And i do hope that 3 is happy .<br /><br />This post is dedicated to all the good times that me, A14 and 3 had . <br /><br />I do hope that once more , we get to re-live those experiences. <br /><br /><blockquote><i>Dear 3,</i><br /><i>I had some of the best times in my life with you and i really wish you hadn't given in to the change , but like i said earlier "Everything that has a beginning, must have an end".</i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><i>I dont wish bad for you. Never shall I. But i really do hope you're happy with 0. </i><br /><i>Sincerely yours,</i><br /><i>me + A14. </i></blockquote><br />I really did expect that from the 2 parts of the egg , both would remain great friends . <a href="http://shrayas-diaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-egg-2-best-friends-part-1.html">Alas 1 down</a>.<br /><br />ps: Its your birthday 2 days from now , I know i wont be 'allowed' to wish you so heres wishing you a happy birthday .<br /><br />Will always love you,<br /><br />Thanks &amp; Regards,<br /><br />Shrayasshrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-80726907015749961012011-02-19T23:13:00.003+05:302011-02-19T23:58:04.203+05:30iRreplaceable.I've always had a secret dream. Something that iHavent shared with anyone. Something not even the closest of friends know. Thats because iThought there was still more time. But it so turns out that sometimes even though you think you have time , it is stolen right royally from your hands. <br /><br />This secret dream that iHave i'm going to share today.<br /><br />This dream is one that iHave had ever since iWas a kid. <br /><br />But now, its one of those dreams that iAm forced to leave behind.<br /><br />Why ?<br /><br />Simply because 6 weeks isn't enough time for me to meet Steve Jobs.<br /><br />--<br /><br />There have always been people that iHave looked up to, simply because iBelieve in the fact that no matter how good you are , there is always ONE person who is better than you are . <br /><br />He has always held a place in my heart. <br /><br />iWanted to meet him, and tell him how he's influenced me to make my presentations better .. <br />iWanted to meet him, and tell him how i've learnt part of how to speak merely by listening to his talks .. <br />iWanted to meet him, and tell him, that iConsider him a true genius of the world. <br /><br />But iCant. Why?<br /><br />Simply because 6 weeks isn't enough time for me to meet Steve Jobs.<br /><br />--<br /><br />He is one person who has changed the world . <br />He is one person who almost made me drop out of college (yea dad, sorry. iWanted to.)<br />He is one person who redefined presentations<br />He is one person who mastered the art of talking. <br />He is one person who will create a void in the world. <br /><br />and definitely in me.<br /><br />What would you do if you knew that your bio clock would stop ticking in 6 weeks . <br /><br />Would you look at it like 1/8th of a year <br />Would you look at it like a month and 2 weeks ? <br />or would you look at it like 42 days ?<br /><br />Why would it matter how you look at it ? You aren't going to get any more time . You aren't going to change anything . <br /><br />Why look at the 6 weeks that you have left rather than looking back at the n years that you have lived. <br /><br />Because as he himself said .. you NEED to look back in order to connect the dots.<br /><br />One thing that we all really need to understand is that you're really really REALLY insignificant. <br /><br />But <br /><br />what you do whilst being insignificant, matters . It did to Him . <br /><br />He has a messianic complex, and its contagious. he believed that he has to do something to the world. <br /><br />6 weeks later we'll be able to see that . <br /><br />iToo , have a messianic complex . iWant to make a difference. iNeed to be noticed . iWill do it.<br /><br />iWanted to tell this to Him.<br /><br />But iCant. Why ? <br /><br />Simply because 6 weeks isn't enough time for me to meet Steve Jobs.<br /><br />--<br /><br />iAm pissed.<br />iAm irritated.<br />iAm not in the right state<br />iDidnt want this time to come so soon<br />iDont want him to give up.<br />iStill think he has a lot of people to change. <br />iThink "stevenotes" should be incorporated in the dictionary<br />iWant to cry.<br /><br />Why ?<br /><br />Simply because 6 weeks isn't enough time for me to meet Steve Jobs.<br /><br />--<br /><br />iGot this news a couple of days back and it truly did bring tears to my eyes. <br />iDo hope this is a rumour.<br />iDo hope that he releases an iPhone 10. <br /><br />Because iWant to tell him,<br /><br /><blockquote><i>Hey Steve,<br />There are a lot more things in this world that require an "i" beside their name. <br />There are a lot more things in this world that are worth a "stevenote"<br /><br />There is always "one more thing" that deserves you.<br /><br />But heres me being selfish,<br />iHope you read this and know:<br />iHave always wanted to meet you.<br />iWant to meet you...<br /><br /><br />Please dont ruin a kid's dream. <br />Please dont give me just 6 weeks to meet you.<br />Please dont give up.<br /><br />~<br />Shrayas.</i></blockquote>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com44Bengaluru, Karnataka, India12.9715987 77.594562712.6370402 77.1276437 13.3061572 78.0614817tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-48149530904881979522011-01-22T18:58:00.003+05:302011-01-22T19:01:33.386+05:3030 FupeesPhotography is an art . Good photography makes people go wow . Great photography makes it to the media . The best photography , simply makes you cry . <br /><br />But just the love for photography can make you something greater than all that <br /><br />It can unite. <br />It can make friends.<br />It can take 2 people and make them realize that they have about 5000 things in common . <br /><br />This Post , is dedicated to that person who made me shatter most of my rules.<br /><br />......<br /><br />When do you trust a person ? <br /><br />I started trusting you without knowing . I started trusting you when you said nice-to-meet-you ? <br /><br />But why ? I think i'd like to relate this to something from the harry potter movies . Priori Incantatem. <br /><br />I think that we .. we were just made to be friends . We just lived somewhere else all this while . <br /><br />I've really had nice time ever since the bus and i think i owe most of it to all the 200+ texts , the multitasking and you . <br /><br />......<br /><br />I think thats the wierd thing about friends . You end up being close to them without even knowing that you are close to them and one sulky saturday you end up waiting for them to get up just so that the texting spree can begin . <br /><br />I think thats the wierd thing about friends . They just become friends without you telling them that they are your friends . <br /><br />I think thats the wierd thing about friends . You know that they will just stick <br /><br />I think thats the wierd thing about friends . You can tell them something that you havent even brought yourself to believe yet . <br /><br />I think thats the wierd thing about friends . 2:30 doesnt seem late. <br /><br />I think thats the wierd thing about friends . They're the best . <br /><br />......<br /><br />So , Understand that when i tell you , you're a friend and , <br /><br />We are going to be the same for a really long time.<br /><br />Every day we're going to keep incrementing the #5000 counter. <br /><br />There are going to be way more ftories to share and <br /><br />Honestly it-was-nice-meeting-you so just hear me out, <br /><br />And please throw them away.<br /><br />......<br /><br />30 Fupees isn't a lot of money . But its a lot of pain .shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-64566528301548587362010-12-31T21:15:00.002+05:302010-12-31T21:15:50.986+05:30MMXLAs i sit here in this room , music in my ear , distraction free editor in front of me i can feel thousands of people thanking god for a new year from tomorrow , even thousands more making resolutions and even more partying .. Yet why do i sit here ? <br /><br />For me, a new year means nothing . Its just another day . Does it mean anything ? The earth just spinning around its own axis , and just revolving around the sun - Night turning into Day , Day turning into Night . <br /><br />What i'm more concerned is, in this abstract new year what am i going to do that will make me sit 1 year from now and write something better, and tell all ya'll that i've actually done something. <br /><br />Let me pause . <br /><br />Let me look back . <br /><br />What've i done ? <br /><br />Gotten a Camera ?<br /><br />Gotten into SAP ? <br /><br />Graduated with high scores ? <br /><br />Got a mac ? <br /><br />Do you think any of that matters when you sit back and think about what you actually have done ? <br /><br />Materialism. Hmf! <br /><br />I think i'mma ready for more . <br /><br />Yes i have a Canon Rebel XSI, Yes i'm in SAP , Yes I got high scores, Yes i have a mac . <br /><br />But with all this .. is there something i can do ? Is there something that i can do differently that will make people notice me ? Is there something that i can do, to make a difference ? <br /><br />I want to . And i must. <br /><br />This is not a resolution that i'm going to make cause i dont believe in planning for the future yet since i dont see a necessity in doing so right now (sorry dad.)<br /><br />But this is more of a Resolve. <br /><br />This is more of a mindset. <br /><br />This is more of becoming more me. <br /><br />This is the path that i need to follow . This is the path not formed. This is the path i'm sure that my dad would like me take simple because there is no path . I need to make one. <br /><br />And this i dont do for my dad or for any other soul in this world. This i do for myself. I need this . I need to break free. I need to carve a name for myself . <br /><br />Yea i suck . <br /><br />I know i do . <br /><br />I know few languages <br /><br />I know somethings more <br /><br />I know that i can do a few things better than the rest of the people around me <br /><br />But now i want to put those few things to a test. <br /><br />Can i actually do something with all of things that i can do better ? <br /><br />I know i can . <br /><br />I know i will . <br /><br />If not ACTUALLY do something, i know that i will make an attempt. <br /><br />Because once you start making a path for yourself .. people will eventually start helping you . Your family, your friends. Yes they matter simply because i cant do this on my own . I need people to stand beside me . I dont want a leader, I dont want to lead . Its a pain. <br /><br />So i say to you all here . And at 9:10 PM on the 31st December 2010 <br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">I SUCK . I WILL BECOME BETTER . </span><br /><br />Watch for a post in 1 year . <br /><br />But thats all for this year . <br /><br />Before i get leaving , <br /><br />I love you dad , mom . <br /><br />and I love you guys (you all know who you are)<br /><br />and dad , i always stick to what i said, i'm sorry if its harsh but not many people matter to me in the world. <br /><br />You all are my world and i'm happy with it . <br /><br />Fuck off 2010 . <br /><br />You started making the new me . 2011 will add on to that .shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-12592860510991253042010-12-09T08:19:00.002+05:302010-12-23T08:59:12.357+05:303 days of pause and 2 stories to tellits not often that somedays mean something. Its not often that someone inspires you so much that you think of what you're currently doing. <br /><br />Today, was one such non-often day. And so was yesterday and the day before just that i didnt realize it.<br /><br />on 11th i have my exam , exam? not really .. more like exams! 2 of them to be precise but here i am, so bloody happy and writing this experience of mine when some peoples will argue that i should just shut the laptop and go study, Meh. Buzz off (those) peoples.<br /><br />It all started off with a requirement. Like anything else, like any software program, like any thing that requires some work. The requirement was a video that had to be made. For a promotional purpose. And i, was chosen to be the lead and being frank, at first i wasn't very excited.<br /><br />And in came 'someone' and his team. For all intents and purposes, let us just call him - Mr. M. He prposed an idea that took me aback and that 'first-not-being-excited' me was completely replaced by 'second-excited-and-nothing-more' me. For security reasons (i never thought that i'd ever say stuff like this :P) i cannot disclose the video or the idea. <br /><br />But what i'm going to tell you is more that just about a video or an idea. Its what they call a 'life story' <br /><br />~<br /><br />Before that. In codetalk, you saw a passion of mine. There is one more that i haven't spoken about - Media - Photography, videography, graphic designing and things on those same lines. Now i'm saying all this so easily because the 'life story' is something that makes all these passions of mine smaller than ever.<br /><br />~<br /><br />Coming back. 3 days of shooting with Mr. M, as awesome as they were wasn't even as close to awesome as those 20 minutes in the luxury of the Honda Civic. He runs a video production company in Bangalore and is one of the most successful corporate film makers and in my view, is just plain vanilla awesome! <br /><br />With him, he had 2 stories to tell me . And i, was just rethinking everything by the time he finished. I hope it is not copyright problems Mr. M but i am going to tell them these 2 stories. <br /><br />**<br /><br />Story #1<br /><br />How dedicated do you think you are ? How much do you BELIEVE you can achieve ? How much do you think you've already achieved ? How much do you think that you've achieved that you're proud of . If you're reading this, then the answer to all those questions is - NOTHING. <br /><br />Mr. M has had this company for over 20 odd years and 10 years ago , along came a night watchman from an agency . Regular old night watchman putting pegs, chasing dogs, knowing no englist, going to sleep. <br /><br />But 10 years later today . He stands to be the backbone of Mr. M's company. <br />And 10 years later today . He was appraised by his boss as "It would fall without him ya" <br />And 10 years later today . He was dedicated enough 10 years ago to bother as to what was happening inside the place he was watchman-ing and not just care about the night. <br />And 10 years later today . He can converse with the clients in pure english and handle things by himself. <br />And 10 years later today . A man who used to probably walk/bus in to work, has bought himself a bike that he can use. <br />And 10 years later today . An ex-night-watchman, nay a professional video editor takes care of his brothers studies and has got his sister married. <br /><br />And i ask you once again 10 seconds after you've read all that <br /><br />"have you done anything that is significant?"<br /><br />think about it.<br /><br />**<br /><br />Story #2<br /><br />He started off with a video library renting out tapes that he went up to Delhi to buy. <br /><br />He moved in to videographing birthdays and weddings<br /><br />He started off a little by little and moved into the professional way of doing things<br /><br />He has done linear editing with 2 tape reels and editing MANUALLY.<br /><br />He has done graphics with "4" colours, yes not 4k or 4B or 4M colours , just FOUR.<br /><br />He is one of the most renounced corporate film makers now.<br /><br />He was with me for the past 3 days. <br /><br />He is Mr. M<br /><br />There is no limit to what i learnt over these 3 days . There is no limit to what i will be learning more from you . <br /><br />~<br /><br />I'm afraid i have to say that he tipped my interests 51% to 49% in favour of Media over Programming. <br /><br />Lets see if that still stays by me or someone else comes by me to make that a 50% 50% like how it was till the civic ride. <br /><br />~ <br /><br />I'd just like to say Kudos to you Mr. M and thanks for everything. <br /><br />It was a pleasure shooting with you and learning from you . <br /><br />Mr. M, i salute thy ! <br /><br />m(_ _)mshrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-75217063829973155792010-11-15T00:25:00.002+05:302010-11-15T00:31:34.271+05:305 months and 14 days laterwhen i entered that majestic place. Little did i know that it would completely reform me <br /><br />little did i know that i'd be friends<br /><br />with a yarn spinner<br />with a guy who sat there solving a math book<br />with a guy who had a swahili note written on his back <br />with a guy who was a genius at math <br />with a guy who i showed off to the first day<br />with a guy who well, is either the major entertainer or the entertainee<br /><br />Everyone was something. <br />Everyone was interesting.<br />Everyone <br /><br />Everyone helped me <br /><br />be me.<br /><br />Alfy<br />Sam<br />Terry<br />Andrew<br />Jerry<br />Vivek<br /><br />this is one of those tributes. I just wanted to say kudos to all you bastards for being there for me when i needed each one of ya'll <br /><br />We're all in different places now. <br /><br />Some of us are in touch<br />Some of us dont even reply to chats.<br /><br />But i truly know that all those times we spent together .. we each will cherish till we lose our breath. <br /><br />Because its not only for me .. All of us changed in those 3 years.<br /><br />You ate curd rice<br />you spoke kannada<br />you learnt tamil<br />you finally made me say "my friend and i"<br />you gave up non veg<br />you became more .. you<br /><br />as i said earlier <br /><br />8<br />151<br />39<br />11<br />25<br />33<br /><br />are numbers i aint gona forget <br /><br />be you dead<br />be you alive<br />be you another person now<br /><br />you are part of this nostalgia that got tears down my eyes now.<br /><br />ya'll mean some shit to me. and always will . <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qww6HXqL8RQ/ScMk3ondZhI/AAAAAAAABwg/amJ3nszbfzI/s1600/IMG_4919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qww6HXqL8RQ/ScMk3ondZhI/AAAAAAAABwg/amJ3nszbfzI/s320/IMG_4919.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />19th march 2009 is a day , i truly wont forget. <br /><br />thank you . <br /><br />yes, you can hit me now.<br /><br /><i><b>5 months and 14 days later , nostalgia found its way to me.</b></i>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-70409654027329412452010-11-04T01:45:00.001+05:302010-11-04T01:48:17.052+05:30Codetalkif there is 1 thing i havent written about in here . <br /><br />it is the 1 thing that i love doing the most.<br /><br />it is the 1 thing that i've neglected <br /><br />simply because i know i'm really good at it. <br /><br />simply because we're obstructed by boundaries <br /><br />simply because i have no whiteboard<br /><br />i write this at 1:30 . at one of the most productive times in my day . at one of the most productive times in our day. <br /><br />our ? <br /><br />well , theres one other person that i expect to read this post. theres one other person who is as passionate as i am. and yes i've only seen one other person.<br /><br />theres a passion we share. <br />theres a light that burns somewhere.<br />theres a place we need to get to<br />and that place is yet to be seen too.<br /><br />but get there we will <br />simply because we know we will<br />and fuck you all we say <br />because we know that we'll stay <br /><br />we live in different place <br />we live in different companies <br />and we do different things <br /><br />but somehow it seems as if there is this 1 thing that we were meant to do together<br /><br />but lets keep that talk for another day.<br /><br />if there is 1 thing i havent written about in here . <br /><br />means that i treasure that thing the most . <br /><br />but something today made me to write it .. and i think i'm gona come out and say it .. <br /><br />Many people , many readers of this post might at this point of time think that i'm jsut another guy who lives his life.<br /><br />but i beg to differ.<br /><br />i am not just another guy<br />i just act like one.<br /><br />simply because it aint time to tell you all who i am .<br />and the other part of 'our' know who i truly am . <br /><br />why you may say ? <br /><br />Many people, many readers of this post might at this point of time think that he is just another guy who lives his life.<br /><br />but he begs to differ <br /><br />he is not just another guy.<br />he just acts like one.<br /><br />thats why i say . <br /><br />--<br /><br />i dont know how far before. But there was one point of time that among the people i respect , my dad showed me this line of code. This programming language that seemed to interest me . <br /><br />This # <br />this includes <br />and this main()<br /><br />something there .. was my calling . <br /><br />something there .. was my life. <br /><br />something there .. made me who i am today . <br /><br />i dont really know what i saw in that but the amount of things you can do with those predefined set of statements is something truly amazing . <br /><br />But there are restrictions - the boundaries we cant jump over. <br /><br />we're forced into 1 way . <br />we're forced into a way that they claim has been perfected. <br />we're forced into 3d id cards<br />and we're forced into bad interfaces .<br /><br />we already know who we're talking about.<br /><br />--<br /><br />What is so confusing in this ? My dad asked . <br /><br />I said . "This functions aint even getting in to my head!"<br /><br />today , <br /><br />its what i use the most . <br /><br />Modularization is one of my most favourite concepts. <br /><br />oh hell ya . code<br /><br />--<br /><br />I'm not sure when you got this nac of yours from <br /><br />maybe its from getting the 10 Rupees and telling your dad that if there is less that 3 Rs left over , its yours .. else it'll be given back to him <br /><br />today , <br /><br />thats still what you do . <br /><br />Make deals <br /><br />oh hell ya . Talk.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Encryption , cryptography and writing something thats really hard to understand have always fascinated me ..<br /><br />Hell even this post is cryptographic .<br /><br />But who needs to .. will know what i mean and will know whats going in mah head right now.<br /><br />darn it . <br /><br />i so wish i had 9840024961 and a whiteboard. an actual one.<br /><br />--<br /><br />screw them <br />screw them <br /><br />we'll walk alone <br /><br />and i'm sure more'll join <br /><br />i'm sure that there are people who think like us . who act like us simply cause society has put hurdles on their paths too. <br /><br />lets break em open. <br /><br />lets talk them out of it . <br /><br />or lets GOTO them to a different place.<br /><br />lets start at 0 <br /><br />lets go to qswawdes. <br /><br />maybe not now .<br /><br />because now is still too early for us to GOTO and to talk . <br /><br />lets start slow . <br /><br />lets start patiently . <br /><br />but let it be us.<br /><br />like i already said <br /><br />we is who we were meant to be.<br /><br />--<br /><br />what do you say?<br /><br />nevermind_a ?shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-13201876037690826492010-10-23T23:45:00.000+05:302010-10-23T23:45:37.003+05:30The walk out and the 7 hour tale.So, <br /><br />we start of today , expecting it to be the usual saturday .<br /><br />I lazed around. Got up by 6:45 and lazed around more and finally forced myself into the bathroom by 7 for a 7:30 cab to office. <br /><br />we expected 4 hours of math only to find that one of the most incompetent teachers stand in front of class before we got in.<br /><br />our names he called . As i searched, i saw a happy 36 on the paper and so did the others. We got some corrections done on Zum's and Bash's paper and did the one best thing of the day.<br /><br />we took my camera bag .. and walked out. <br /><br /><i>"The Walk Out"</i><br /><br />Thus started the 7 continuous hours of bunkage. We started off sitting in the balcony of the 2nd floor block , talking , reminiscing and just listening to songs. <br />*click click*<br /><br />Which was then followed on by a move to the 1st floor and talks about first impressions of the others and some Elaichi tea, Green Tea and some Badam Milk. <br /><br />*more boredom* <br /><br />Which was then followed by random moving around in the block (thanks to some 2 peoples who didnt get their IDs), stinks, laughs and more moving around<br /><br />*stomach growls* <br /><br />Food. Food. Food. we went. <br /><br />*bad expression*<br /><br />Food ? Food ? Food ? We went. <br /><br />Current time - 2:00 PM ; No. Of hours bunked = 4 + 1Hr Lunch ; Next Class = POM ; Duration = 2 Hours ;<br /><br />Decision?<br /><br />DP: Lets go.<br />Kee: No.<br />S Kun: No.<br />Gugu: No.<br />Bash: *in the bus* <br />Rd: *in another world*<br />Zum: *in another world*<br /><br />DP: Lets go.<br />Kee: Lets play some game na<br />S Kun: *starts playing with his cards*<br />Gugu: *Calls his brother*<br /><br />DP: Coming or not, i'm going.<br />Kee: Hey lets play 'andhar baahar'<br />S Kun: Hey guys, new trick check it out *shows*<br />Gugu: "OK, will call you later kano. bye"<br /><br />DP: meh. *sits, angry* <br />Kee + S Kun + Gugu: *start playing andhar baahar sitting on the floor of SAP labs*<br /><br />List of games played in Next 2 hours:<br />Catch the card<br />Paper Ball Cricket<br />Paper Chur Chand<br />Dumb C<br />Hide from the professor whos class you just bunked<br /><br />End Result: FUN.<br /><br /><i>"The 7 Hours"</i><br /><br /><b>--part 2 coming up--</b>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-76898081193274268522010-10-13T01:20:00.000+05:302010-10-13T01:20:29.025+05:30The bunch&nbsp;Ever felt lonely ? <br />Ever felt New ? <br />Ever felt that you would love to get the hell away from a place ? <br /><br />Maybe you have, maybe you havent. But i tell you - I have. And it doesnt feel nice at all. <br /><br />it hurts the hell out of your mind. <br />it pains you all the way down to your roots. <br /><br />and inccidently, no one can help you with that. You just have to find some way to get over it. <br /><br />Mine, was the bunch. <br /><br /><i>Kee, Bash, rd, Cutie, Dp, Zum</i>. The bunch, MY bunch. <br /><br />Its 2 months and 11 days since i started and i feel at home at work. <br /><br />Is it just me or is there an irony hidden somewhere there ? Home at work. <br /><br />More like an oxymoron. But for me, i enjoy both - Irony's and Oxymorons. <br /><br />Oxymorons? Meh. They're just a bunch of morons who made life for me so much simpler. <br /><br />This post today is dedicated to each of those morons in my bunch. <br /><br />One i cant be without <b>confiding</b> in.<br />One i cant be without being <b>teased</b> by<br />One i cant be without trying to <b>follow</b> what is being said<br />One i cant be without all the <b>learnings</b><br />One i cant be without the <b>silence</b><br />One i cant be without the <b>competition</b>. <br /><br />You know who you are. You know what you mean to me. You know i care.<br /><br />You guys are awesome. <br /><br />There will be individual posts coming up. Till then hang on to your pant/ie(s).shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-23938392412790814122010-06-21T00:49:00.000+05:302010-06-21T00:49:32.921+05:30A terribute<b>&nbsp;Part 1</b><br /><br />Today, i feel like writing this (i hope) 2 part series on a tribute that i want to give to a certain friend of mine. He's already been introduced and i dont really know what i will be able to do not knowing that in just a couple of days i will not be breathing the air with the same composition as him. <br /><br />He's the second friend that i had when i started college but the first one i truly opened up to. I even remember, i was leaving to bengaluru after becoming friends with him, and i texted him a goodbye for now and said "I enjoy your company mate, hope we can be friends" and he said "Me too<i>!!!</i> (mind you, 3 exclamations) You're a really nice guy and&nbsp; a real good help during class", i looked at that and laughed and didnt know then that it was the beginning of truly one of the best friendships of my life<br /><br />I've never felt wierd around this guy. <br />I've never felt out of place<br />I've never felt that i couldnt share <br />I've never felt that i wanted to keep something from him <br />I've never felt that i want to stop listening to him <br />I've never felt any of the things that i thought i'd feel when i saw him <br />I've never felt less challenged around him<br />I've never felt that he's left me alone<br />I've never felt that me and him were never born on the same continent<br />I've never felt that we never shared a time zone<br />I've never felt that he's elder to me (bah, who cares) <br />I've never felt that we dont share faith <br />I've never not liked his music, though i say so<br />I've never not enjoyed his useless renditions of normal conversations .. Music'd <br />I've never .. <br /><br />I've always felt we had a connection<br />I've always felt that i could be myself around him<br />I've always felt that i could tell him any crap though he'd close his ear<br />I've always felt inspired<br />I've always felt motivated<br />I've always felt challenged<br />I've always felt protected during the "ragging" hoaxes<br />I've always enjoyed his useless jokes , and yes i get them 10 minutes later<br />I've always hated his style of code<br />I've always loved his way of thinking<br />I've always admired his patience<br />I've always been calmed<br />I've always..<br /><br />I'm sure you know who you are. <br /><br />And if you readers dont know who i'm talking about .. <i>Buzz off</i>, you dont even know me then ! o_O<br /><br />No matter how much you hate me for not giving the ball to him. "<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I Caught It!</i></span>"<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qww6HXqL8RQ/TB5pqS0CAZI/AAAAAAAACsA/7VVKT0R8lS4/s1600/ter.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qww6HXqL8RQ/TB5pqS0CAZI/AAAAAAAACsA/7VVKT0R8lS4/s400/ter.png" width="400" /></a></div>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-89891778513697571892010-06-19T10:58:00.001+05:302010-06-19T10:58:06.989+05:30Google Command LineWoohoo ! :D <br /><br />I posted this using command line utility Googlecl. <br /><br />Uber awesome. No more going all the way to blogger to post. Write on Q10, Post via googlecl ! :) shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-36690293503736113892010-06-12T02:42:00.000+05:302010-06-12T02:42:17.320+05:30End, of a fucking ageI've told this to you before, and i'm telling this to you again - "Dont die" <br /><br />We met about two and a half years ago. Back then, lets face it - we were each other's way to pass of time. But today .. when i'ma see you go into those doors and a stoopid baricade keeps me from bumpin wrists , i come to realize something. <br /><br />These three years have hands down been the best years of my life. I've had the most fun in my life in these 3 years. Be it me yelling at you for a <span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">button1.click()</span> event or you saying the dreaded "dont piss me off now" , theres always been something that told me that we're a good team. <br /><i><br />we're a darned good team i say. A darned good one. </i><br /><br />All these 3 years we lied to the department to get out of class, didnt submit assignments (oh well, that was just me), bunked classes (which was followed by me calling my dad), won competitions, mauled some arse in cs .. i now see a pattern .. in all those things we did, there was a "we"<br /><br />we hate each other - true.<br />we despise each other - true.<br /><br />but i'm glad its <b>we</b>.<br /><br />and now .. i dont want to say it .. but for both me and you, its going to be I <br /><br />I conned the google dudes.<br />I got my first piece of code into the SAP erp software<br />I made a video <br />I learnt a new language<br />I got featured by cuso <br />I made a kernel <br />I<br />I<br />I<br />.<br />.<br /><br />why ?<br /><br />I dont like I<br />in fact,<b> i prefer We</b><br /><br />let me say something .. <br /><br />I dont care if you're @ google<br />I dont care if you come up with 1000 new concepts<br />I dont care if i become a coding god<br />I dont care if you get featured<br />I dont care if i build an os<br />I dont care<br />I dont<br />I<br />.<br />.<br />We<br />We will live<br />We will build an os<br />We will get featured<br />We will come up with 1000 new concepts<br />We will make T2 designs what its supposed to be<br />We will make I into We because I stands alone, but We has a companion. <br /><br /><br /><i>I really dont know what i'm trying to say here . Lets just say i'm Low. Not high, <b>Low</b>. </i><br /><br />I guess what i'm really trying to say is .. <br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I'll miss you.</span><br />Now get lost and do your job. <br /><br />Dont you dare forget me. Dont you dare forget the promise. Dont you dare forget T2. <br /><br /><b>Dont you dare <br />.<br />.<br />.<br />think that its the end of a fucking age.</b><br /><br />because its like our mahan <b>SRK </b>says "<b>Picture abhi bhaki hai mere dost!</b>"<br /><br />—<br /><br />Go to google.<br />have fun. <br />become HR<br />do what needs to be done <br /><br />just dont forget,<br /><br />the fun times <br />Loyola<br />Medu vada dude<br />LFF<br />Department of computer science<br />Rollcall<br />CSI<br />A walk to remember<br />Andaroo<br />Jerence<br />Vivel Videsh Vijesh Vivizi or Vivek<br />Terry<br />Sam<br />or me<br />the cons<br />the pranks<br />the jokes<br />the memories<br />the classrooms<br />the cards<br /><br />just dont. <br /><br />*Music plays*<br /><br />We may live Km's apart <br /><br />But I will be We<br />and thats how its meant to be.<br /><br /><b style="font-family: Georgia,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alfred Jerome Lazarus, googler, <br />Bye for now.</span></b>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-57022578803859862832010-04-17T20:38:00.000+05:302010-04-17T20:38:33.872+05:30Formspring.meWell, i tried the shoutbox idea, but had to give it up because of like SHITLOADS of ad's :|<br /><br />I stumbled upon this really nice service called - formspring.me [<a href="http://www.formspring.me/">link</a>] that allows people to ask me questions that i can answer :D<br /><br />You can find it down there :D *points* Feel free to shoot me with you questionsshrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-66693680976959043702010-04-16T20:45:00.000+05:302010-04-16T20:45:16.883+05:30Tch Tch20 yrs in the making patenly waitin, <br />while tryin so hard its finaly ova, done contemplating.<br />this time its not to be continued ,the curtain has closed,<br />no encore no finale the moment is over .<br />lemme hear u say that was tight,<br />the stories the memories laid down in black n white were right ,<br />the whole time all the ideas plaguing in our heads,<br />the concepts the theories now all are burnt dead .<br />its over its time lets fakin forget! <br />lose our minds run free ,run wild to tomorrow <br />screw the pain fak the sorrow.<br />the past is gone hell the future aint close<br />the moment is now ,wat we wanted the most !<br />learnt lessons we remember ,some choose to forget<br />meeting all u mofos i aint gonna regret.<br /><br />~peace \/ ~ Alfyshrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337234509411665034.post-36296533394588897472010-04-03T14:16:00.006+05:302010-04-17T20:34:11.028+05:30Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!<strike style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">:P<br /><br />I've added a shoutbox to the bottom of the page. A shoutbox is a small utility that allows the readers of the blog to simply say something or leave a comment, etc.<br /><br />Find it dowwwwwn there *points*<br /><br />Lemme know if you like it :)</strike><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Update: Removed it .. Tooooo many ads &gt;.&lt;</span>shrayasrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01713369704379817956noreply@blogger.com0